[1st person: Vel’koz]
Another day in the League of Legends, how pitiful.
A match between ten so-called champions divided against two teams. I have the greatest displeasure of becoming part of their ranks. My thirst for knowledge of this primitive world has all but been sated along time ago. Their potential goes no further than the pathetic show of skill they perform for their summoners. There were many exceptions however, that have made a generous contribution to my cause. For example, Xerath, an ascendant arch-magus composed entirely of magical energy, held captive in a less-than-suitable binding sarcophagus has taught me all I needed to know about Runeterra’s magic. I have since gathered all possible intelligence in this land through the disintegration of my competitors. Though unwillingly, they have given me the ultimate power.
Knowledge.
And now was the time to move on from this bleak plane of rock, and harvest more interesting life forms.
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The summoners have turned out to be mere mortals, living in a higher plane of existence to my own. They believe to have created us, through mind, skill and imagination. They can’t be even more wrong. Their ‘powerful magic’ does not extend further than the machines they’ve created to ‘control’ us. My poor fellow champions believe that they fight for their own goals, but in reality, they are mere pawns in the game of humans. Not I, for I have a far greater purpose, and my investigation has turned out disappointingly. A change of pace is required if the void is to survive. I focus my magical will through my eye into a single point, the sheer force of my magic puncturing a hole in the fabric of time and space. A jam my two front tentacles into it, and began to pry the hole open. Lightning of purple hues resisted my intentions, but with a mighty heave, I rend through the fabric, generating a sliver in the time-space continuum. With no time to lose, I slither inside, the rend hissing shut behind me.
To describe the void with one word a mortal would understand, would be impossible. However, being the resourceful creatures they are, they’ve created a word for it, madness. In this empty plane of darkness, existed true freedom. No laws or forces acted on this plane, everything was backwards, as well as forwards. Substantial, as well as not, dead but alive all the same. The darkest of spaces existed between universes, where time and space unravelled into a mess beyond comprehension. A world between worlds, ribbed with lightning, dust and debris. This, was my home.
Creatures of every shape and size floated across the endless chasm, fighting over each other for scraps. The poor brutes have no vision, and with my one eye, I see more than the best of what the void has to offer. The creatures of my home seek nought but the destruction of all worlds, but that is not my concern. Mine is to collect all information, from all known and unknown worlds. It is my only purpose, and that is the way it should be.
A new world shone to me through the abyss. A bright, colourful world full of life and magic. Perfect for my needs. I slither quickly into the tear and shut it behind me. If another creature were to discover this world, they would cause for too much trouble for my liking. With a flash of white, I enter my new frontier.